It happens so fast, I don’t have any time to prepare or even anticipate it coming. In the blink of an eye, she throws her wine directly in my face, soaking my shirt and getting into my eyes and my mouth as she rises from her chair. “Fuck you, Finn,” she shouts, garnering the attention of everybody in the room. “You really need to take a good, long, hard look in the mirror if you truly believe we were casual. God, you’re a fucking prick.”
